Death’s Climax

~ a sensual reimagining of a Romeo & Juliet ~

 

Will you again
be my sweet Juliet
my love for you
still burns hot
drives me utterly mad

you are bewitching
you are by far
the truest love
I’ve ever had

a radiant vision
silken skinned
a translucent
alabaster blaze
torrid
as a teen’s temptation
your body beckons
with invitation

standing here
before me
yearning
my needs are fired
consumed
I’m burning

you must be mine
you will
eternally
my nubile vixen
my dream sublime

oh yes
you are my Juliet
your graceful face
brazen aglow

my fingers tangled
in your hair
I bring your lips to mine
sure — but slow

swept away
I lay you back
on velvet sheets
wrapped in my arms

my eyes aflame
in fetched seduction
I explore
your secret charms

I will be your Romeo
if you let me
I’ll be your last
please — my love — agree

I am always
your potent Spring
here smoldering
on passion’s pyre

lost in the golden light
that folds upon you
soft as satin
silk desire

my fingers trace
your young glistening back
that tempting tapers
to the tender fire

a wonderland
for fingertips
to touch
and tease
and tantalize

such beauty
of unworldly measure
only gods
could fantasize

engulfed
I explore
your quivering body
love-inflicted
soul-addicted

you’re beautiful
as any Juliet
so luscious
heavenly grand

a divinely-pleasing
sculpted vessel
brought forth
by Aphrodite’s hand

a vision
as to hypnotize
enticing in the candle’s flicker
fondled by my hungry eyes

with willful hands
of pleasured probing
I wrap slender waist
then slowly slide
‘cross pleading hips
of sensuous rise
to fall
into the fiery folds of eros
sculpted
from the charms of Venus

’tween dual swells
of timeless myth
that writhe
in throes of pure desire
atop two lithe
and lathen’d stems
drawn by pleasure’s angels
tempered in their sacred fire

come my Juliet
be forever mine
I am your Romeo
until end of time

we knew they’d come for us
never let our sweet love be
not two so different
real love is never free

before we let
Azrael take us
let us die
to pleasured lust
‘til our hungry souls
are sated
’til my passion’s seed
has turned to dust

let our wanton
carnal flames
blaze ever bright
to roar ecstatic
not be rebuffed

in flames of eros
we’ll burn down this night

before they are
forever snuffed


Angel Azreal
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rob kistner © 2022

Poetry at: dVerse